Omari’s face was clouded with a melancholic mood as he hesitated outside. His lashes covered the pain and reluctance in his eyes. Perhaps he was afraid that Cheyenne would see the disgust in his eyes, just like how she felt about Benson.
Cheyenne… wait for me, I have my reasons.
His departure left Sophie unimpressed as she walked inside with her alluring stride, arms crossed over her chest.
The crisp sound caught everyone’s attention as they turned to see who had arrived. But when they saw it was Sophie, their interest waned.
Adrian also disliked this ambitious woman and asked coldly with his hands still in his pockets. “What are you doing here?”
There was a hint of hostility in his tone.
Adrian didn’t like Sophie because she was known for being a femme fatale – beautiful but poisonous. When Adrian first joined the organization, she stole credit from him which caused tension between them.
Sophie used her beauty to gather information and even became one of the head’s mistress.
Gracie took pity on her and taught her survival skills. But Sophie stole Gracie’s man and shamelessly trying to replace Gracie.
Sophie ignored Adrian’s presence completely.
She looked straight at Cheyenne who seemed well-adjusted despite everything that had happened recently; still white-skinned without any signs of exhaustion or fatigue whatsoever. She sneered. “It seems you’re quite accustomed to life here.”
“Cheyenne, I really underestimated you,” said Sophie mockingly while looking at Cheyenne disdainfully. “I never thought someone like you who claims righteousness would join our organization; it’s laughable.”
Hearing this mockery from Sophie made Cheyenne glance at her indifferently before saying, “Who said I’m a good person? Yesterday maybe… but tomorrow is another story!”
Her face still carried fresh bloodstains which were familiar colors for Sophie – blood! No wonder when she passed through District S earlier today there were two judges carrying out a corpse claiming it was suicide but now it seemed more likely that Cheyenne killed her instead.
Cheyenne remembered when she was first brought in, Sophie had slapped her across the face. She held this grudge against Sophie and decided to get her revenge.
Cheyenne’s sudden slap caught Sophie off guard and left her face stinging. A bright red handprint appeared on Sophie’s pale skin.
She stared at Cheyenne with anger boiling inside of her. “You damn bitch, how dare you hit me? You’re asking for it!”
Sophie’s eyes flicked to the sulfuric acid sitting on the nearby table. A strange and sinister glint flashed in them as she grabbed it and threw it at Cheyenne’s face while no one was looking.
Why was she so malicious?
Layne stood closest to them and noticed what Sophie had done first. “Cheyenne, watch out!” Their distance was less than two meters apart; if that bottle of sulfuric acid hit Cheyenne in the face, it would ruin her appearance instantly.
In a split second decision, Cheyenne grabbed an iron plate from beside her to shield herself from the attack while also deftly dodging out of harm’s way with a backflip that took three seconds exactly according to the clock on the table beside them.
As soon as she landed safely on both feet again, however, there were creases between her eyebrows showing displeasure because this time around it took an extra second compared to usual due to carrying more weight than normal.
Sophie exclaimed.
A significant twist occurred, and the tables turned. What was supposed to be Cheyenne injured ended up being Sophie. It was a classic case of reaping what you sow and the importance of being cautious.
Sophie’s once fair and beautiful face, with its delicate makeup, was now pitted and disfigured, corroded into a charred black color.
It was as ugly as a ground ravaged by a great flood, with only black marks remaining. Her once stunning appearance was utterly destroyed, and even cosmetic surgery wouldn’t be able to restore it.
No wonder it was Sophie who got injured. It turned out that Cheyenne had coincidentally grabbed a container with a concave bottom. The sulfuric acid she had splashed out happened to be caught by the container, and when Cheyenne flipped over, leveraging the strength of her body and wrist, she inadvertently threw the acid back at Sophie.
Standing directly in front of her, Sophie had become the unlucky victim. It was as if fate had decided it, for those who do harm never have a good ending.
After Cheyenne stopped moving, she slowly tossed the container in her hand to one side with a clatter. The sound of metal hitting the ground was jarring to hear.
The sulfuric acid not only ruined Sophie’s face but also had strong corrosive properties that would even erode clothing if it came into contact with it. Her white short dress instantly turned into a black carbon color, and patches of varying shades appeared all over it.
Her gaze froze on the figure reflected in the container, and silver light flashed as her scars were reflected in her eyes. How could she end up like this? Was she really the monster inside?
No! Cheyenne! She wanted to kill her!
Sophie had always been beautiful since childhood and was always pursued by people wherever she went. When did she ever have such an ugly side? She angrily picked up a surgical knife from the table and rushed towards Cheyenne before being kicked away before reaching her.
Cheyenne looked at her coldly with sweat on both eyes and mocked, “What qualifications do you have to bother me?”
“Isn’t it you who first thought about harming others and ended up reaping what you sow?”
“Sophie, instead of being Miss Todd from the Todd family, you’re doing stupid things here; Who can you blame?”
Sophie choked after hearing what Cheyenne said.
Layne protected Cheyenne while coldly rebuking Sophie, “Young age but evil heart! Ugly people have uglier hearts!”
“You old man say I’m ugly?”
“You became like this because you wanted to harm my junior.”